Hells Kitchen (Explicit)

Hells Kitchen (Explicit) - DJ Khaled/J. Cole/Bas

Cold war cold war cold war

DJ Khaled

Yeah back from the dead

Like Michael Jackson in red jackets

With naps in my head

Who's white or black it's a rare package

Get smacked if you said

I'm neck and neck with these square rappers

My guest room's got plantiunm plaques

And an air mattress

No time for furniture shoppping

Too bussy burning you

Watching you learning you

Word to Pac

I'm plotting to murder you

Should of thought and occured to you

My next album flop

Then I'm goin pop like Nelly

With tops dropped on convertible Porsches

Born Sinner not burning no crosses

Might burn a couple bridges

I'm losing by double digits

I gotta do somethin'

Fightin' depression I'm trying my ni**a

But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my ni**a

Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets

I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's deep

I'm playing for keeps

But you ain't think I'd bounce back

They love to hear black ni**a count stacks count stacks

Forty thousand in my pocket you see it

Another twenty on the way you see it

I got a fish for a dollar you see it

Five hundred for the Js you see it

I get money out the a** you see it

I thought I'd never see the day you see it

They put a price on my head you see it

But they don't ever have to pay you see it

I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed

Cause heaven seems a million miles away

I dreamed of all the things that I would say

On that day

But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen

Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing

Now get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen

Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen

Cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen

Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing

I get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen one day

Yeah omission's usually an admission to guilt

Hari Kari yourself all the way to the hilt

You get nothin' no love

Zip zero zilch

We don't mention you lames

Man I be pleadin' the fifth

There's a Judas in every crew

Concealing the kiss

Kiss of death let's put the rest all to tedious bits

Fick sake you ni**a seminate a feminate trate

B**ch ni**a when could never relate

Nah cause man you niggas is birds

You learn that at bird school or somethin'

You eaten that bird food or somethin'

You sick with that bird flu or somethin'

That's my word cause every where I turn

When folks I known for years

That couldn't pronounce my name

And asking me for pics

There's something bout this game

It's somethin' for the b**ches

It's somethin' for the b**ches

Forty thousand in my pocket you see it

Another twenty on the way you see it

I got a fish for a dollar you see it

Five hundred for the Js you see it

I get money out the a** you see it

I thought I'd never see the day you see it

They put a price on my head you see it

But they don't ever have to pay you see it

I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed

Cause heaven seems a million miles away

I dreamed of all the things that I would say

On that day

But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen

Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing

Now get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen

Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen

Cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen

Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing

I get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen one day